Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1574 A man with the golden ring and white feathers!

As the animosity between the Sword God Palace and the War God Palace escalated, senior figures from the Ascension Hall ultimately intervened, aiming to avert a complete breakdown of order.

Elder Shelly was among the first to step forward.

Her visage etched with concern, she addressed both factions with a voice that was both clear and unwavering.

"Everyone, maintain your composure," Shelly commanded. "We must not permit a confrontation to ignite here. Any conflict arising in this location that might impact the ongoing warfare around us could destabilize this secret domain itself. Should that occur, we all risk becoming permanently ensnared."

Her pronouncement resonated deeply, and a palpable sense of the situation's gravity descended upon the assembled individuals.

She continued, "For the safety of all present, I urge you to withdraw from this dispute. Once we have departed this secret domain, you are free to resolve your disputes as you see fit. However, until then, no one should act rashly."

Representatives from the other factions offered nods of assent.

None among them were inclined to jeopardize the fragile equilibrium of the temporal battlefield surrounding them. They all recognized that a careless scuffle here could unleash repercussions they were ill-equipped to handle.

Edwin's countenance grew grim as he absorbed Shelly's words.

His gaze shifted towards the distant conflict, where the war between the primordial beings and the devils continued unabated. For a fleeting instant, uncertainty flickered across his features.

His desire was to end Max's life.

This thirst for vengeance burned with intensity within him.

Mira, having been reduced to a comatose state, represented an unforgivable affront to the Sword God Palace, a fact underscored by her lineage as the Palace Master's daughter. In Edwin's estimation, such an offense warranted nothing less than death.

Nevertheless, the immediate circumstances were far from advantageous.

The elder accompanying him also wore a deep frown, yet, in contrast to Edwin, he made his decision swiftly.

"So be it," he declared, his tone laced with chill. "This score will be settled once we are clear of this secret domain."

His eyes radiated a dark, unyielding determination.

He had already resolved in his heart that the instant they escaped, he would petition the Sword God Palace for formidable elders to counteract the War God Palace's support.

Those who dared to dishonor the Sword God Palace were not permitted to live, and Max had inflicted an insult far exceeding mere disrespect.

The state to which he had reduced their Young Miss was unforgivable.

In the eyes of the Sword God Palace, such a transgression merited the ultimate penalty.

Witnessing the elder's strategic retreat, Edwin reluctantly complied, though the murderous intent in his stare remained undiminished.

It was only after their withdrawal that the elders representing the War God Palace began to exhibit signs of relief.

The oppressive atmosphere lifted, albeit slightly.

Tamara directed her attention towards Max, scrutinizing him for a moment before speaking.

"You maintain a remarkable composure, considering you were moments away from being surrounded by the Sword God Palace."

A subtle smile graced Max's lips.

"I was certain they could not act against me here," he stated, his voice unhurried.

Tamara responded with a shake of her head, a hint of exasperation coloring her expression.

"Then, for your own well-being, I advise you to vanish swiftly once we have exited this secret domain."

Max gave a calm nod.

"That is precisely my intention."

Just as Max was about to engage Tamara further, a warrior of primordial lineage descended from the heavens, landing before the assembled group.

The primordial regarded the humans gathered with a stern, impatient expression.

"What business do you all have here?" he questioned, his tone bordering on irritation.

Stepping forward, he boomed, "If you humans have ample leisure to stand about, you should be guarding the Ascension Tunnel rather than squandering your time in this place."

Several individuals within the group exchanged apprehensive glances. One of them was on the verge of replying when the scene transformed in an instant.

An overwhelming force plummeted from above.

The impact was so abrupt and devastating that the majority present failed to even perceive what had struck. All that registered was a thunderous explosion that violently shook the very ground beneath them.

The primordial had no opportunity to react.

A tumultuous plume of dust and pulverized earth billowed into the sky, shrouding everything from view.

A profound silence descended upon the area for a significant moment.

Then, as the dust began its slow descent, the first discernible object was a resplendent golden halo suspended in the air. Its brilliance cut through the obscuring haze, emanating a radiance so potent it commanded the scene even before the figure beneath it became visible.

Gradually, the dust settled completely.

A man stood revealed.

At first glance, he bore a human resemblance, yet his very presence unequivocally signified a being of far greater stature. Hovering above his head was the luminous golden ring, bathing the surroundings in an almost divine glow, while two immaculate white feathered appendages unfurled from his back.

Clad in resplendent red armor that blazed as if molten sunlight had been its forge, his face, clean and sharply etched, projected the visage of a man in his early thirties.

Yet, it was not his attire that struck the group with horror.

It was what lay beneath his feet that truly chilled their very souls.

The primordial figure who had addressed them moments before had vanished.

In his stead, only a mangled ruin of flesh and blood remained. His form had been so utterly obliterated that nothing discernible was left apart from shredded tissue, shattered bone, and organs exposed under the stranger's boots.

The sheer savagery of the scene caused several individuals to instinctively pull back.

Then, the man turned.

The instant his gaze swept over their assembly, an immense pressure descended, crushing them.

It felt as though the very firmament had caved in upon their shoulders.

The force slammed into them all simultaneously.

Their bodies convulsed violently, knees buckling under the intolerable weight. One by one, individuals were driven to the ground, their legs failing to sustain them. Even formidable cultivators fought with desperate effort to stay erect, but the pressure offered no quarter.

Many were forced onto their knees.

Some of the weaker members of the contingent could not withstand the onslaught at all.

They collapsed entirely, their forms crashing onto the earth as consciousness fled from them, overwhelmed by the sheer terror of the oppressive aura.

Respiration became a grueling task.

It conveyed the sensation of unseen hands constricting their throats, siphoning the very air from their lungs. Each breath evolved into a battle, every movement became agonizingly sluggish.

Even Tamara, Edwin, and the assembled elders found themselves quivering beneath that formidable force, their countenances etched with shock and profound dread.

Max's eyes narrowed, straining against the crushing force, his entire being tensing. At this precise juncture, he discerned that his Primordial title had once more ceased to be effective in this domain, and recognizing this, Max understood that the individual before him was no common man.

This was no ordinary adversary.

The presence of this being radiated a terror so absolute that it instilled in everyone the conviction that death itself had manifested before them.

The figure calmly observed the kneeling crowd, completely unmoved by the suffering he inflicted.

Then, in a voice that was both smooth and unruffled, as if he had merely strolled into a tranquil garden rather than a battlefield awash in gore, he inquired.

"Now then… where might the Ascension Tunnel be located?"